Thursday. My little “epiphany” described last night really occurred later that night and into the early morning. Although the lights were out by ten, the night was a difficult and long attempt to get to sleep. Not sure why, but briefly up out of bed a couple of times, more because we were wide awake than anything more pressing.

Such evenings do lend themselves, though, to making decisions on problems/issues you've been avoiding. They come to the fore and don't let you dodge them. Last night getting rid of this crap I've accumulated over these last several decades became the conversation. Books. Photography magazines. All the issues on what to do with them came forward.

Slept in finally until six-thirty and got up feeling wide awake and clear headed, seemingly no effect from last night's tossing and turning. Go figure.

A walk to breakfast, the weight one-fifty on the scale, nothing on the schedule but laundry and book burning. Um. Magazine disposal. Cleaning them out of the apartment. Things aren't really all that bad, but they could be better and better they will be now that the laundry is in the washers.

Later. Laundry done, folded and hung not long after noon, the usual sequence, but with an hour of dry mouth and precursors to an ocular episode in the middle. Nothing in the diet to blame it on, the plain waffle with fruit, a fruit cup and coffee. The familiar routine, not a one of them for breakfast on the to be avoided list. I'd think.

Still, it passed along after that hour and so we've gotten into the dreaded clearing out the photography, graphics and older news magazines, none of which I'll every look at again. I really don't really spend all that much time looking at them when I receive them in the first place and so why would I keep them? Come the earthquake they'll all crash and burn with the building anyway.

And?

And a number of loads of magazines have been carted down to the paper bins. Enough to call it a day. Easy enough, but the trick will come tomorrow and on through the week and weekend. Do this much every day and I'll be finished in, well, best not to think of it. Just every day like a good scout. Schedule it, not unlike guitar practice.

Bite your tongue.

Evening. Charlie Rose kicked off his first interview (of course) on Mr. Trump's latest doings and so to bed early to look for something I could watch on the tablet. Maybe make up for the sleep we lost last night if the fates be with us.